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6 yrs ago
Imagine using the status bar to post about your personal life, instead of using it to drop bad memes on people. Couldn't be me.
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7 yrs ago
Ya'll fuckers ain't even ready for the lore and depth behind my name - the intricate threads of nuance would destroy your puny, mortal minds. I like writing.
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7 yrs ago
Gonna dress as the whole Conservative Party. If that thing doesn't fucking count as "undead" at this point, I don't know what does.
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8 yrs ago
Somebody, please, kill me before I have to see the RPG Status Bar turn into an argument over Feminism. I don't think the Guild can handle anymore issues at present, let alone Feminism.
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9 yrs ago
Playing Alien Isolation for the first time. NOW I REMEMBER WHY I HATE HORROR GAMES!
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@Mateotis Speaking of, I think I'll start writing a post now so I dont hold anything up.
@BrokenPromise Quite true... And, something tells me Monokuma might have reason to keep some people in the dark about meetings that can provide information, when its much more fun to create conflict through ignorance XD
@BrokenPromise I'll be honest, I dont remember what the second meeting announcement was. I may have accidentally skipped over that... Could you direct me to where it is located?
Shaun Ellen

~ Abandoned ~


Shaun, for the most part, was slightly unnerved by the way Caora held his hand as they walked. While the boy was... Nice... His grip, and the way he skipped and sang, caused a bit of discomfort - especially since he wasn't the mopst social of peoples. Held down by his side, in his right hand grip, sat the book the trap had brought to him. Why were they bringing this...

He went to think, until Caora alerted him to the reason. The poet... Daimyon, right? That was a pretty clever idea, actually. He held the book within reading range, noting what the blurb said about the way the story was written. A poetry-prose hybrid? That did seem like something the Infinite Poet might enjoy.

He looked down to his side, where Caora was, and went to compliment him on the idea. Except... H-he was gone!? How?! His eyes realligned to the corridor they were walking down, and landed upon the bu- BACK! - of the boy; running off around a corner with a trail of dust shortly behind.



Running as fast as his little feet could carry him, the short boy scampered along the hospital floor - Fang in hand - the only thing on his mind at the time being the Infinite Poet, Daimyon Londe. He barelled past the elevator, and the blood seal, turning the corner and locking onto the open door of the Break Room. From what he saw, the Poet wasn't in there. Not that he looked for very long, but what did that matter? He obviously wasn't in there! Why would someone so creative waste his time and breath in somewhere like the breakroom, when he could be in the... The...

Oh, maybe there was a library! Of course! Where else would he go? I mean, he CARRIED his own book around! Sure, it was a pretty small book... But size didn't matter! Not when it was related to Caora and Fang, at the least.

Breaking for the next corner, he ran his way into the hospital and made his way to the first door he saw. It was... The Reception Desk? It looked like it... Opening the door, a disappointed expression crossed his generally smiling face due to the lack of Poet. Then, almost as quickly as it changed, it returned to normal. What was he thinking? Of COURSE the Poet wouldn't be in somewhere like the Reception Desk! He was gonna be in that library, as first thought!

The boy would have continued, and indeed he went to do so, but before he did Caora's eyes laid upon something sat to the side. It was a microphone, and some odd computer equipment... Taking a step towards it, his hands fell upon the buttons and switches that adorned the metal and plastic casing.

"What do you think it is, Fang?" he said; glancing down at the Sheep he kept held closely. Lifting it up against his ear, he listened for a second before holding him in front of his face and smiling.
"My thoughts exactly! Maybe its an Intercom!

Looking it over from top to bottom after placing Fang on the desk beside him, the boy became increasingly frustrated. Every second, his cheeks puffed out slightly, until, finally, his face was creased with an angry pout. Clenching his fist, he raised it and slammed it down on the casing.
"Why wont you work?!" Caora exclaimed; randomly flicking switches, pressing buttons, and turning dials until he was blue in the face.

"Faaaaang, I cant do it... It wont work! Its broken!" taking a step back, he gave the machine an aggressive stare. The people who worked in the hospital must have been really daft. Who would keep around a broken PA system? They could have at least fixed it before the new patients came in! What if somebody wanted to make an announcement!? Like Caora?!

Then, he looked off to the side, at Fang.
"Huh? Whad'ya mean, press that button?" with a confused look, he stepped up and pressed it as hard as he could. As soon as the circular button was pushed in, the machine turned on and the lights began to glow. The sound of the microphone coming online echoed through the small Reception room.

As soon as it did, the speakers it was connected to started up as well, and the cute, light voice of the Infinite Trap could be heard everywhere.

"You're a genius, Fang! We did it! Wait, is it already on?! U-um... Mr Poet! I'm Caora, and we found a book you might like! Its called... Its called... Wait, what do you mean you dont have it?! Fang! You didn't bring it?! U-uh-oh... Do you think Mr Spider still has it..? A-anyway, where are you? Can we talk to each other over this thing? Hello? Poet? Oh, we cant? O-okay, well... Bye!" and with that, and a slightly flustered expression, he pressed the button and disabled the intercom.

"I think that went well. Right?"

Alright, so, my post is finished, I'm just waiting for Brithwyr to proof read the Caora part I wrote before I actually post it. I dont want it to be out of character XD
@BrokenPromise S-some of us won't get a choice?! Scary GM... ;-;

I will be getting a post up as soon I can tomorrow. You guys are probably tired of my apologising for not being active, so I won't torture you with any further remarks of the sort - I assure you. That being said, I will endeavour to make a greater effort in being an active member of this community of ours. Probably. Key word endeavour XD
I would also like to ask, for reference sake, if we end up picking the wrong person during a class trial, are we doing a wipe of the characters and then making a new set to be brought in? I would assume so, because I doubt Broken would want the Roleplay to end considering we have to chance to fail on the first trial, but I'd like to make sure.
Sorry I haven't been talking much. I've been distracted, and lacking some creativity. I'll make sure to be more active. Promise.
I assure people that, as things progress, my posts will get longer. I really shouldn't have isolated myself, so its my fault I'm annoyed at how short mine have been the past while.

I will endeavour to make them better in the future!
Shaun Ellen

~ Outburst ~


Taken a-back by the sudden burst of energy from the young looking chap, Shaun attempted to keep his composure whilst the boy yelled. However, as he exited the cupboard in which so valiantly hid, Caora proceeded to punctuate his tantrum with complete disregard of dignity - and fell forwards at a 90 degree angel, bumping his nose against the floor. Not that it would hurt much, considering his stature in relation to the ground.

As the boy looked up and frowned upon him from the awkward and embarrassing position he found himself it, Shaun regained himself, knelt down, and placed the stuffed toy before him.
"I-I dunno why keep c-calling me Spider..." he said, standing back up before sitting himself down on the bed, "Nor what this... B-book, is..." he turned it over in his hands; reading the blurb and reviews from newspapers and authors alike, "B-but I'll come with you to the br-brake room... I-I need an excuse to g-g-get out of my room, a-anyway..."

From there, he stood - offering a hand to Caora for support standing up in case he had gotten hurt in the fall. Whether he took it or not, he turned and opened the door, and gestured for him to exit first.

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